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Tuesday, December 14, 2021

PASSION AND OTHER SINS; PART TWO

“He only employs his passion who can make no use of his reason.”

Cicero

I think producing the “new” will was a serious overreach on Althea’s part, because the rich tend to carry a grudge when you try and fail to steal too much money. Senator William Sharon’s adopted son from his second marriage, Frederick Newlander, continued to fight Althea's "divorce" in the California courts, delaying and obfuscating, But Frederick also launched a new front in Federal court - which he had access to because the Sharon estate was spread out over two states, Nevada and California. 
Frederick's lawyers argued in Federal Probate Court that the new will which Althea had produced was a forgery, as were the “fraudulent” marriage contracts. And in Federal Court, it was Althea’s lawyer, David Terry who delayed and obfuscated. It did no good. A pair of probate judges appointed a Special Master who was take testimony and examine evidence. That meant Frederick's lawyers could force Althea to testify under oath. And this led to Althea’s downfall - not for what was said in court, but for how she reacted to what was said by others.
The lady was under a lot of pressure. And Althea (above) never respond well to pressure, worse as her instability advanced into her thirties.  She had always been carrying a grudge, and the more the lawyers told her "no", the heavier that grudge became. Eventually she also began to carry a pistol in her hand bag. 
And she began to loudly denounce witnesses who offended her - in open court.  Where it all went down on the record. She shouted at one man, “I will shoot him yet; that very man sitting there!” When the court appointed examiner asked her to be still, she drew her gun. “They shall not slander me!" she shouted. "I can hit a four-bit piece nine times out of ten.” While pointing her pistol at one of the opposition lawyers, she assured him, “I will not shoot you just now, unless you would like to be shot and think you deserve it.”
A federal marshal disarmed the lady. But the incident made it into the 1,723 page report the master  who declared the will and the marriage contracts were all forgeries. The judges went further, enjoining Althea from claiming otherwise, and ordered her to hand over the documents to Frederick Newlander, now  again, a legal heir to Senator Sharon's massive estate.
“If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.”
Ben Franklin
But the judges went even further, lecturing Althea in open court, contending that “…property and position are in themselves some certain guaranty of truth in their possessor…”, and that “A woman who voluntarily submits to live with a millionaire for hire ought not…be allowed to punish her paramour for the immorality of which she was a part…” It is hard to find a more able defense of the Victorian ideal of the nobility of wealth and the original sin of women, than that argued by these two Federal judges. Misogynistic pompous jerks that they were.  I'm not saying that Althea was justified in the way she expressed her anger with the courts, but I am saying that she might have been nuts,  but maybe she wasn't entirely unjustified in what she did next.
But the problem was,  as we all know,  some men are drawn to crazy women.  On 7 January, 1886, two weeks after this hypocritical lecture by the male court,  Althea and her lawyer, David Terry (above), were married. He became the smitten Cupid to her Psyche. She played psycho to his old fool. On the face of it Althea came out ahead. She now had a defender who saw the courtroom as an extension of his happy home.
His reaction to the unbraiding she had received in court was as blunt as a knife fight; “They shall not brand my wife a strumpet.”  He said this despite her having made her living as a strumpet for awhile.  Judge Terry's legal strategy matched his temperament. Terry decided to simply ignore the federal court ruling. After all, Senator Sharon was dead, which, David Terry argued, had rendered any court decisions concerning the California divorce case an “ineffective, inoperative, unenforceable pronunciamento.”
And by simply ignoring the existence of the Federal Court order vacating the will, he avoided dealing with the decision that the will had been forged. Plus, if Althea continued to hold onto the marriage contracts, in defiance of the Federal court order, she could still use them as evidence in her California divorce case, which Sharon’s son Fredrick continued to fight in state court. And it was about here, as the fall of 1886 approached, that Frederick Newlander opened yet a third front against Althea and David Terry; a political front.  Or perhaps, a political affront.
“But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose.”
Nathaniel Hawthorne.
In the elections of November of 1886, Fredrick Newlander threw huge sums behind the “Blind Boss”, Christopher Buckley (above). Buckley's bi-partisan political machine had run San Francisco city hall for years, but had been recently thrown out of power by Republican reformers. 
But with Newlander money, the Democrats under Buckley (above) were swept back into office. This allowed Buckley to appoint judges friendly to the Sharon divorce case. Which he did. Althea's  alimony had already been reduced, from $2,500 a month, to $500. Now, Friedrick Newlander was granted an entirely new trial - which forced a living woman to argue she should be granted a divorce from a husband who had been dead for two years.  But before that travesty of logic could occur, the California Supreme Court, now stacked with judges whose election had been financed by Frederick Newlander, overturned the original decision in the divorce case. The common law marriage of Senator Sharon and Althea was retroactively null and void. And with that, officially, Althea was now a perjurer and forger, in both the Federal and the State courts.
While these momentous events were unfolding, the time limit for Althea to appeal the Federal Court Order, requiring her to hand over the marriage agreements and the will, ran out. Immediately Frederick’s lawyers requested an order of contempt be issued against her, which the Federal Court, meeting in the Assessor's Building in San Francisco (above), immediately agreed to do. Terry’s strategy of defiance was thus proven bankrupt. Twice he appealed the contempt court orders all the way to the U.S Supreme Court, and twice the order was affirmed. This is what happens when lawyers stop thinking with their big heads.
“It is with our passions as it is with fire and water; they are good servants, but bad masters.”
Roger L’Estrange
So, on 3 September, 1888, Althea and David Terry found themselves back in the Assesors' Building (above), while the final decision in their contempt case was read out by the ancient, pompous, humorless, and equally prone to violence,  Federal Judge Stephen Johnson Field.
Field (above) was a gun toting Justice of the United States Supreme Court, helping out in lower courts during the summer while the Supremes were in recess back in Washington. This was a man who was passionate about the law, had no doubt about his correct interpretation of it,  and was unforgiving of those who disagreed with him. In other words, he was the perfect counterweight to Althea’s passion.
As he droned on, reading the intricate legal justifications for stripping Althea of her divorce,  the irrepressible Althea jumped  to her feet. “Judge,” she demanded, “are you going to take the responsibility of ordering me to deliver up that marriage contract?” Barely pausing in his recitation, Judge Field ordered, “Remove that woman from the courtroom." As a U.S. Marshal  reached for Althea, David Terry’s drew his six foot muscular frame up from his chair, and warned the Marshal, “No man shall touch my wife”, and then punched the marshal right in the mouth, knocking out one of his teeth.
“Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.”
William Penn
Several Federal Marshals and assorted guards and lawyers who had been waiting for just this sort of outburst, swarmed the feisty pair. A bowie knife was stripped from David Terry’s fist, and a loaded pistol was confiscated from Althea’s purse. The lady scratched faces, the old man threw punches, but once order was restored the court completed reading the decision of contempt.  Judge Field immediately convicted the passionate pair of contempt, and ordered David Terry to spend six months in the Alameda county jail. Althea was sentenced to one month. The two new convicts now had a new enemy.
Now, if these two litigants had regained full control of their faculties, and issued a proforma apology, as any sane person in this situation would have done, that could have been the end of this tale. But neither David nor Althea were able to regain their perspective. And that is my favorite definition of insanity - the inability to recover your senses, once you lose them. 
“Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.”
David Lawrence
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Monday, December 13, 2021

PASSION AND OTHER SINS. PART ONE

 

“Love without passion is dreary; passion without love is horrific.”
Lord Byron
I begin by reminding you of one of the lesser known legends of the goddess Psyche. I say lesser known legend because, there were so many myths and legends about Psyche, and really, few people who survive high school would feel any empathy for a cut-throat cold-blooded narcissistic "pretty girl" like Psyche.  
Which brings me to the perfect living example of the lady, a walking earthquake of passion and self-centered delusion named Sarah Althea Hill.
Miss Hill was known to friends and enemies as Althea. To describe her as normal, even for Gold Rush San Francisco, would be an insult to the abnormal. In the summer of 1880, when she was in her late twenties, she was a “rosy-cheeked, blue-eyed beauty of the Golden West,” and as loony as a bat in radar factory.  And yet she was about to come within a hair's breath of controlling one of the biggest fortunes in America, and was about to entertain, frighten and divert an entire nation for a decade. 
There had been men in Althea's life before our story beings, in particular Lawyer Reuben H. Lloyd.
Quickly Reuben discovered the lady had attached herself to him like a barnacle, and attempted to break up with her. Althea responded on 10 May, 1880, by showing up at his office to dramatically drink poison.  The police rushed the heroine to a hospital where they pumped her stomach.  So, the lady was thus  unencumbered when she met by happenstance or connivance the sixty year old United States Senator William Tang Sharon.
Sharon (above) was a dirty old man, one of the richest dirty old men in California, and the taxes he actually paid made up 2% of the entire budget of the city of San Francisco. William Sharon was also a widower with three grown children. He was also a Senator representing Nevada, with one of the worst legislative records in history. Says an historian, "He was seated at only five sessions and recorded on less than 1% of all roll calls".  But above all else he was greedy and cruel. Besides which, he actually lived in San Francisco's Palace Hotel (which he owned), and traveled to either Washington or Nevada only occasionally.
It is  also important to note that what drew the Senator and Althea together was clearly not love. It was passion. He had a passion for young women. She had a passion for money. At his suggestion they signed a pair of contracts. Or so she said.
“Passion…is violence to which you get hooked by pleasure.”
Isabelle Adjani
“In the city and county of San Francisco…on the twenty-fifth day of August, A.D.1880, I, Sarah Althea Hill….do here, in the presence of Almighty God, take Senator William Sharon, of the state of Nevada, to be my lawful and wedded husband…I agree not to make known the contents of this paper or its existence for two years…” And “…I, Senator William Sharon, of the state of Nevada…take Sarah Althea Hill…. to be my lawful and wedded wife…”  Of course, no ceremony took place, and no license was ever issued. However money did change hands. And in capitalistic nations that fits the definition of a contract. It was, in effect, a pre-nup without the nup.
The closest Sharon got to writing his own vows was the note he wrote to Mr. Thorn, who was the manager of the Grand Hotel (above left), just across the street from his own residence in his own hotel, the Palace, (above right).  It read, "Miss Hill (is) a particular friend of mine, and a lady of unblemished character and of good family. Give her the best, and as cheap as you can.” It seems the Senator had agreed to provide Althea with a suite at the Grand Hotel, which was connected via a convenient second story 72 foot long bridge to the more opulent Palace Hotel. This provided a covered approach for a late night "booty call". 
He also agreed to provide to her a monthly payment of $500,  from which she furnished the rooms. In other words, if it was a real marriage, it was a marriage of convenience. And it was convenient for the Senator for just about a year.
“Purity engenders Wisdom, Passion, avarice…”
Cyril Connolly
As late as 3 October 1881, Senator Sharon was still referring in his notes to Althea as “My Dear Wife”. However, shortly thereafter Senator Sharon offered her $7,500 in cash if she would sign a paper using the name “Miss Hill”.  In early December she did so and the very next day Mr. Thorn was informed by the Senator that the lady would be checking out.
What followed were desperate letters from Althea. “"My Dear Mr. Sharon… I cannot see how you can have any one treat me so—I, who have always been so good and kind to you—the carpet is all taken up in my hall —the door (the front door to her rooms) is taken off and away…"  And still she refused to take the hint. "Ah, Senator, dear Senator, do not treat me so —whilst every one else is so happy for Christmas, don't try to make mine miserable…" And then there entered a note of anger. "Now, Mr. Sharon, you are wronging me; so help me God, you are wronging me…”
“Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.”
George Hegel
By the end of December, Althea was gone from the Grand and the Senator had moved on to other young women, although he occasionally still spent “time” with her.  But Althea was not finished with Senator Sharon either. 
She engaged the services of a big (6') blustery, bowie knife-wielding lawyer, a hot headed ex-justice of the California Supreme Court named David Smith Terry (above).  Like Sharon, this would be cupid was sixty when he met Althea, but unlike Sharon, Terry was just as prone to passionate outbursts as the lady.  And in September of 1883, under his guidance, Althea had a public outburst, in the local press, and then had the Senator arrested for adultery.  Sharon sued, charging Althea with attempted blackmail, and alleging that the marriage contract was a fraud. Althea counter sued the Senator in state court, as for a divorce, and, of course, for alimony.
The divorce trial entertained the citizens of San Francisco over the summer of 1884, with salacious details of how “the other half” lived, including tales of Althea watching Sharon in bed another woman. 
In September Judge Jeremiah Sullivan ruled that what Althea and Senator Sharon shared was a common law marriage, and awarded Althea half of the Senator's vast estate, as well as alimony of $2,500 a month. Althea simply purred at the decision. “I feel just like a young kitten that has been brought into the house and set before the fire.” The Senator immediately appealed 
And then on Friday, 13 November, 1885, Senator Sharon appealed to an even higher court; he died (above, his grave).  
And not very long after his death, Althea miraculously found a new will, in which the late Senator left every thing he owned to her.  However it left nothing to his three children.  And thus the curtain fell on Act One of our romantic comedy.
“We all need to look into the dark side of our nature – that’s where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we’re busy denying.”
Sue Grafton
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Thursday, January 09, 2020

PASSION AND OTHER SINS; PART TWO

“He only employs his passion who can make no use of his reason.”
Cicero
I would say producing the “new” will was a serious overreaching on Althea’s part. Senator William Sharon’s adopted son from his second marriage, Frederick Newlander, continued to fight his father's and Althea's divorce settlement in the California courts, delaying and obfuscating,  But Frederick also launched a new front in Federal court - which he had access to because the estate Althea was now laying claim to was spread out over two states. Frederick's lawyers argued in Federal Court that the new will which Althea had produced was a forgery, as were the “fraudulent” marriage contracts. And in Federal Court, it was Althea’s lawyer, David Terry, who delayed and obfuscated. But Terry lost round one when a federal judge decided he could not make any decision without first taking testimony and evidence through a special master. That meant Frederick's lawyers could force Althea to testify under oath. And this led to Althea’s downfall - not for what was said in court, but for how she reacted to what was said.
The girl was under a lot of pressure. And Althea had never respond well to pressure. She had always been carrying a grudge, and the more the lawyers told her "no", the heavier that grudge became. Eventually she also began to carry a pistol in her hand bag. And she began to loudly denounce witnesses who offended her - in open court.  Where it all went down on the record. She shouted at one man, “I will shoot him yet; that very man sitting there!” When the court appointed examiner asked her to be still, she drew her gun. “They shall not slander me!" she shouted. "I can hit a four-bit piece nine times out of ten.” While pointing her pistol at one of the opposition lawyers, she assured him, “I will not shoot you just now, unless you would like to be shot and think you deserve it.” A federal marshal disarmed the lady. But the incident made it into the 1,723 page report the examiner provided to the two Federal judges  who would decide the case. And they decided that the will and the marriage contracts were both forgeries, enjoined Althea from claiming otherwise, and ordered her to hand over the documents to Frederick Newlander, now  again, the one third legal heir to his father's estate.
“If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins.”
Ben Franklin
But the judges went even further, lecturing Althea in open court, contending that “…property and position are in themselves some certain guaranty of truth in their possessor…”, and that “A woman who voluntarily submits to live with a millionaire for hire ought not…be allowed to punish her paramour for the immorality of which she was a part…” It is hard to find a more able defense of the Victorian ideal of the nobility of wealth and the original sin of women, than that argued by these two Federal judges. Misogynistic pompous jerks that they were. I'm not saying that Althea was justified in the way she expressed her anger with the courts, but I am saying that she might have been nuts,  but maybe she wasn't entirely unjustified in what she did next.
But the problem was,  as we all know,  some men are drawn to crazy women.  On 7 January, 1886, two weeks after this hypocritical lecture in open court,  Althea and her lawyer, David Terry (above), were married. He became the smitten Cupid to her Psyche. She played psycho to his old fool. On the face of it Althea came out ahead. She now had a defender who saw the courtroom as an extension of his happy home. His reaction to the unbraiding she had received in court was as blunt as a knife fight; “They shall not brand my wife a strumpet.”  He said this despite her having made her living as a strumpet.  Judge Terry's legal strategy matched his temperament. Terry decided to simply ignore the federal court ruling. After all, Senator Sharon was dead, which, David Terry argued, had rendered any court decisions concerning the California divorce case an “ineffective, inoperative, unenforceable pronunciamento.”
And by simply ignoring the existence of the Federal Court order vacating the will, he avoided dealing with the decision that the will had been forged. Plus, if Althea continued to hold onto the marriage contracts, in defiance of the Federal court order, she could still use them as evidence in her California divorce case, which Sharon’s son Fredrick continued to fight in state court. And it was about here, as the fall of 1886 approached, that Frederick Newlander opened yet a third front against Althea and David Terry; a political front.  Or perhaps, a political affront.
“But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose.”
Nathaniel Hawthorne.
In the elections of November of 1886, Fredrick Newlander threw huge sums behind the “Blind Boss”, Christopher Buckley (above). Buckley's bi-partisan political machine had run San Francisco city hall for years, but had been recently thrown out of power by Republican reformers. 
But with Newlander money, the Democrats under Buckley (above) were swept back into office. This allowed Buckley to appoint judges friendly to the Sharon divorce case. Which he did. Althea's  alimony had already been reduced, from $2,500 a month, to $500. Now, the estate of Senator Sharon was granted an entirely new trial - which forced a living woman to argue she should be granted a divorce from a husband who had been dead for two years.  But before that travesty of logic could occur, the California Supreme Court, now stacked with judges whose election had been financed by Frederick Newlander, overturned the original decision in the divorce case. The common law marriage of Senator Sharon and Althea was retroactively null and void. And with that, officially, Althea was now a perjurer and forger, in both the Federal and the State courts.
While these momentous events were unfolding, the time limit for Althea to appeal the Federal Court Order, requiring her to hand over the marriage agreements and the will, ran out. Immediately Frederick’s lawyers requested an order of contempt be issued against her, which the Federal Court, meeting in the Assessor's Building in San Francisco (above), immediately agreed to do. Terry’s strategy of defiance was thus proven bankrupt. Twice he appealed the contempt court orders all the way to the U.S Supreme Court, and twice the order was affirmed. This is what happens when lawyers stop thinking with their big heads.
“It is with our passions as it is with fire and water; they are good servants, but bad masters.”
Roger L’Estrange
So, on 3 September, 1888, Althea and David Terry found themselves back in the Assesors' Building (above), while the final decision in their contempt case was read out by the ancient, pompous, humorless, and equally prone to violence,  Federal Judge Stephen Johnson Field.
Field (above) was a sitting gun toting Justice of the United States Supreme Court, helping out during the summer while the Supremes were in recess. This was a man who was passionate about the law, had no doubt about his own correctness, carried a pistol, and had a deep hated for David Terry,  and was not forgiving of those who disagreed with him. In other words, he was the perfect counterweight to Althea’s passion.
As he droned on, reading the intricate legal justifications for his decision, the irrepressible Althea jumped  to her feet. “Judge,” she demanded, “are you going to take the responsibility of ordering me to deliver up that marriage contract?” Barely pausing in his recitation, Judge Field ordered, “Remove that woman from the courtroom. The court will deal with her hereafter.” As a U.S. Marshal  reached for Althea, David Terry’s drew his six foot muscular frame up from his chair, warned the Marshal, “No man shall touch my wife”, and then punched the marshal right in the mouth, knocking out his tooth.
“Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.”
William Penn
The fight was on. Several Federal Marshals and assorted guards and lawyers who had been waiting for just this sort of outburst from these two, descended upon the feisty pair. A bowie knife was stripped from David Terry’s fist, and a loaded pistol was confiscated from Althea’s purse. The lady scratched faces, the old man threw punches, but once order was restored the court completed reading the decision of contempt on the earlier court order, which, needless to say went against Althea and David. The Court then immediately moved on to the trial of both David and Althea for their most recent show of contempt for the court. Judge Field ordered David Terry to spend six months in the Alameda county jail. Althea was sentenced to one month. The two new convicts now had a new enemy.
Now, if these two litigants had regained full control of their faculties, and issued a proforma apology, as any sane person in this situation would have done, that would have been the end of this tale. But neither David nor Althea were able to regain their perspective. And that is my favorite definition of insanity - the inability to recover your senses, once you lose them. 
“Death is the only pure, beautiful conclusion of a great passion.”
David Lawrence
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